"Chiang Xiao, come here, hold Erbao for me for a second. Isn't he cute? I tell you, nephews are like their uncles, I have a brother..."
While speaking, Hong Tao shoved the child into Chiang Xiao's arms.
The child was particularly robust and very dark, sticky with something unknown in his grasp, a thick snot hanging from his nose, waving his hands trying to grab her hair.
Chiang Xiao immediately stood up, stepping back two paces with a stern face, "What are you doing?"
Absurd!
Who just comes up and forces their child on someone else to hold?
Besides, she couldn't see anything cute about this child at all!
In the village, there were very few children who truly looked cute and adorable since most adults were generally busy, working in the fields, raising chickens and pigs, and might not even clean themselves up every day, let alone the children.
